Wellington' Adversaries -
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Before fighting the Emperor
himself during the Waterloo Campaign, Arthur was entitled to affront almost every Marshall
of the Empire and a waste choice of most famous French Generals! Sure, he handled them
all; some were difficult adversaries, others obviously were much easier to handle. To list
them all would go beyond the intent of my WebSite! Interested readers are encouraged to
consult the excellent "The Napoleonic Source Book" of Philip
J.Haythornthwaite (published by 'Arms and Armour' in 1996 in a paperback
edition under ISBN 1-85409-287-1) or to refer to some of those WebSites, which I cite on
my page 'Further Reading and Links'.

Michel is my absolute favorite!
Not so much because he was the most brilliant of Napoleons Marshals (he was definitifely
not) or because of his 'sobriquet' The Bravest of the Brave , but simply because
emotionally speaking, I find him appealing: Born in Saarlouis and clearly of German
descent and origines, he became a fervent Frenchman by choice. Nothing destined him for
this career of arms - if not his father's own past as a soldier of the Bourbons, who after
having fought as a NCO through the Seven-Years War, returned home, established himself,
married a woman of the 'petit bourgeoisie', did well enough in his trade to send all his
children of to respectable schooling and did not intent to have his youngest, Michel, take
up arms. Michel, who did well in his education was sent of to a Saarlouis notary to learn
this respectable profession (This is the reson, why General and Marshal Ney later on wrote
so well and with such precision!) But Michel could not cope with sitting in an office, so
off he went to work in a mining enterprise close to the border, where his task was
somewhat that of a supervisor and economist. For two years, until his 18th birthday he
handled this life, but then - Revolution had not yet broken out - the calling of the drums
was stronger then fatherly advice (" In the army of the King, a man like you will
never go beyond Sergeant's rank! ") Nevertheless, Michel signed up, went into somehow
cold terms with his father for a couple of years and soon became a fine horse soldier (He
enlisted as a Hussar in 1787)! Even in those days, when only noble origins made a man an
officer, he was remarked and it did not take him long to raise to NCO's rank. Then
Revolution broke out and Michel fervently subscribed to its ideals: Commissioned already
in 1792, he was already a Brigadier General in 1797 and a General de Division by March
1799. He owed much of his ascension to his intelligence, skills learned when still
apprentice with the Saarlouis notary and courage. His 'godfather' Moreau saw quickly what
stuff the man from Saarlouis was made off! He served in the northern and Rhine theatres
and thanks to diplomacy and fluent German, he performed sucessfully in Switzerland, where
appart fighting he also had the task of negociator. In 1802, Ney commanded the French
armies in Switzerland. It was at this moment that he first came in contact with Napoleon
Bonaparte and gradually the ardent republican modified his political beliefs. Josephine de
Beauharnais in those days carried out a matchmaker's masterstroke, introducing the
brilliant officer to a friend of her daughter Hortense - Aglae Auguie) Following a stormy
first encounter and a reproach of the young woman, that he should cut of his old-fashioned
ponytail, the two of them married! Apart from being almost until the end Napoleon's most
loyal subordinate, he was also the happiest Marshall of France in his private life. He and
Aglae where extremly devoted to each other and she carried him four sons, who were all
particularly attached to their father. After Ney's death sentence, Aglae fought on until
the very moment she was informed that her husband had been shot. Afterwards, also she
underwent extreme hardship (her only secure came from Jean-Baptiste Bernadotte, then Crown
Prince of Sweden, who provided her with a pension and Ney's sons with officers'
commissions in the Swedish Army) she carried through her battle for Michel's
rehabilitation and finally won it in 1832.

I will not extend myself on the
battles and campaigns of Ney - this is well known to everybody - nor on his quintessential
role in Napoleons first abdication, nor on the fact, that his untiring efforts and
generalship saved the remenants of the Grandee Armee after the Russian disaster of 1812. I
want just to conclude upon two remarks: After Waterloo, Napoleon and many others tried to
soil the 'Rougeaud's" reputation, pretending that he was the cause of the defeat of
France: This is total rubish! Ney performed well, but the communication with Napoleon was
very difficult, due to the fact that he received his command only on 12th June 1815 from
the Emperor and was not fully introduced to Bonaparte's plans of campaign and
intentions. The second point is the accusation, that Ney was unresponding and
lethargic at Quatre Bras against Wellington: This is rubish, as well! Ney, this day was
deprived of troops, Napoleon had promised to him and therefore could not execute his
battle strategy in the same manner, he intended too, while on the other side Wellington
finally got hold of his supporting rear which had been delayed on their march. Wellington
brought these troops with sped and acuracy into action, while Ney found himself suddenly
outnumbered! It was a unholy situation for both adversaries and in the evening it was
simply proven that Michel on the 16th of June was the more luckless
commander.......................

Perhaps, if you are now
interested in this soldier, you will click my link into Projects.
There you can find, what I want to write about 'Le Prince de la Moskwa'.

2. Jourdan - The Soldier of the
Revolution

He could claim to have saved the Republic by the victories at Wattignies
(1793) and Fleurus (1794). Being a modest, unambitious man, he did not boast of
it. The son of a surgeon of Limoges, in central France, Jourdan enlisted when
only 16 years old. His regiment served in America . After 6 years' service he
went back to Limoges, married a dressmaker, and set up as a small-scale linen
merchant.
In 1790 his neighbours elected him captain in the local national guards. A year
later he was a lieutenant colonel of Volunteers; in 1793 he was in command of
the the Armee du Nord in place of General Jean Houchard, who had been arrested
and soon executed for having won a battle but not pursuing as energetically as
the "Representatives of the people" with Nord thought he should.
Houchard's predecessor, General Adam de Custine, had been "chopped"
for reasons logical only to frightened politicians, so Jourdan knew that he
himself stood in the shadow of the guillotine. Squat, fat, and cheerful, Jourdan
did not look the hero. But he was brave, energetic, and self-confident,
something of an organiser and also obstinate. Beaten one day, he was ready to
try again.
He was a sincere patriot, somewhat of the Jacobin persuasion, close in spirit to
France's political rulers of the moment. His battles tended to be messy,
help-yourself affairs, but he had superior numbers and usually managed to make
them count. Yet he soon developed enough political enemies - for example, by
insisting that soldiers must have shoes for winter campaigning - to be relieved
in early 1794. He reopened his Limoges shop and put his general's uniform on
display. He was recalled for further service during 1794-96 and 1799. Initially
successful, he then met defeat at the hands of the Archduke Charles. His
self-confidence suffered. Between campaigns, however, he sat in the Council of
the Five Hundred and had a large part in designing the sensible 1798
conscription law.
Jourdan did not oppose Napoleon's 1799 coup. Thereafter, aside from the command
of Besancon fortress during the Hundred Days, he had no active duties, but
Napoleon made him military advisor to Joseph in Naples and then in Spain. It was
a frustrating assignment, Joseph being disinterested in matters military and a
coward to boot. Jourdan gave good advice on occasion, but nobody listened.On the
eve of the Battle of Vitoria, Joseph was so obstinate that Jourdan retired to
bed with a fever, while Napoleons brother -the next day - would lose a kingdom!

Louis XVIII made him a count in 1818. Eventually the great revolutionary
soldier faded away, almost forgotten..............

3. Victory's Beloved Child - Andre Masséna

Born near Nice, then a part of the Kingdom of Sardinia, he knew a harsh
childhood. His father dead, abandoned by his mother, he worked in an uncle's
soap factory until he ran away to sea when he was thirteen.
In 1775 he enlisted in the French Army's Royal Italian Regiment, rising to
regimental sergeant major in 1784. Denied further promotion because of his
plebeian birth, he left the service in 1789, married, and became a local grocer.
In 1791 he enlisted in a Volunteer battalion; in 1793 he was a general of
division.
He had a major part in the Italian campaigns through 1797: A rough-and-ready
commander, scrambling on his hands and knees across sharp ridgelines, showing
his men how to slide down snowfields, lending a hand at carrying knocked-down
cannon over a difficult pass, he was "hard on his men, but equally hard on
himself; sober … great strength of character, indefatigable, on horseback day
and night along the steepest and most dreadful roads, however vile the weather;
decided, brave, full of self-pride and ambition, obstinate to excess, never
discouraged."
But he was so careless in administrative matters that he managed to produce a
soldiers' strike in Rome in 1798.
His 1799 campaign in Switzerland against Austrians and Russians was a true
masterpiece of calculating patience and sudden aggressiveness.
Uninterested in politics, he accepted Napoleon's coup d'etat, then won further
fame by his defense of Genoa in 1800.
His 1805 campaign against the Archduke Charles in northern Italy was no credit
to either of them. In 1809 he was a marvel of tactical skill and determination,
covering the French withdrawal after Aspern-Essling, holding the weak French
left flank at Wagram. Too injured to ride after his horse fell with him, he led
his troops from his carriage.
This was however the last breath of wind of a dying tornado. Napoleon despatched
Massena - his most experienced marshal in independent command and mountain
warfare - off to Spain to dispose of the Duke of Wellington.
Massena was now war-weary in soul and body. He left even the most vital
reconnaissances to his subordinates, moved slowly and indecisively, did not
discipline his insubordinate corps commanders. The campaign was a failure, and
the Emperor replaced him with Marmont. But Wellington remembered him with
respect: "Massena is an old fox, and as cautious as I am." Prematurely
aged and sick, Massena then went on the shelf.
In 1814 many were shocked to discover that he was not a Frenchman and the
Bourbons made him undergo official naturalization to keep his commission!
Massena was a small man with an expressive Italian face. He carried his head
high, and there was something of an eagle in his glance. His physical courage
was absolute; his moral courage matched it. He read with difficulty and
therefore never improved his education. Besides soldiering, he had two
interests: money and women not always in that order. He always remained a
looter. Napoleon rewarded his services handsomely and repeatedly but never could
satiate his appetite. The Emperor balanced the books by ordering large chunks of
Massena's "savings" transferred to the army paymaster. With women as
with money, Massena was discreet, even though he openly took a Madam Lenormand ,
disguised as a hussard with him into Spain in 1810, spending his time more with
her then with his official duties.

He was a leader by instinct, but being uneducated he needed the stimulation of
actual combat to express himself. When necessary, as at Genoa, he shared his
men's hardships. The titles Napoleon gave him - Duke of Rivoli, Prince of
Essling - were battle honours. The revolution more aptly had christened him
" L'enfant cheri de la Victoire" (Victory's beloved child.)

4. Born to Betray - Auguste-Frederique-Louis Viesse
de Marmont

Soon to come - A Portrait of Marmont

Cadet of the marshals he was out of the petty nobility so common in
northern France. Well brought-up, he was a new-hatched second lieutenant in
1791. Graduating from the Metz artillery school in 1793, he was ordered to
Toulon, where a rising young artillery officer named Napoleon Bonaparte picked
him as one of his aides-de-camp.
During Napoleon's later period of disgrace in Paris, Marmont (unlike Junot) left
him for service on the Rhine frontier, but was recalled when Napoleon took
command of the Army of Italy. He served excellently as a staff and artillery
officer there and in Egypt but proved a prima donna, always clamouring that
nobody sufficiently appreciated his work. Promoted to general of division in
1800, he rendered effective service for two years as inspector-general of
artillery but suffered a severe contusion of the ego when he was not made one of
the 1804 marshals.
After competent service as a corps commander in 1805, he became the civil and
military governor of France's new Dalmatia provinces. There he built the first
roads and public works that back country had seen since Roman times; ruined
years of painstaking Russian infiltration and one Russian expeditionary force;
brought Turkish raiding under control; kept his troops healthy; and dealt justly
with half-savage hill clans. (A suggestion of financial irregularities sometimes
tinged those accomplishments, bringing Imperial warnings.)
Summoned north in 1809, Marmont made a remarkable 300-mile march through
frequently roadless country, scattering two Austrian forces, but clinging to his
independent status and ignoring Eugene's orders. His baton was accompanied by a
scathing Napoleonic critique of his sins of omission and commission.
Napoleon transferred him to Spain after Massena's failure there in 1810. He
arrived with 300 horses, 100 red-liveried domestics, and a long train of
vehicles - an entourage which used up as much food and forage as a calvary
regiment. He accomplished wonders rebuilding the broken-down French forces and
for more than a year became a nightmare for Wellington; skillfully sometimes
outmarching, sometimes outmaneuvering the Sepoy-General. But a moment's
overeagerness at Salamanca (1812) left an opening for the Irishman's sudden
counterstrike (and cost Arthur his lunch -tells us the legend- as he threw away
the chickenleg he was munching, to kick a hell out of Auguste-Frederique......).
As it came on, Marmont took a crippling wound, losing not only an arm but also
all his restauration work done with the French forces in Spain went with the
wind.........Having been only second victor of the day, he heavily felt
Napoleons anger.

Thereafter -having recovered from his wound- he fought through 1813 and 1814 in
Germany and France, often with success - until, in a fit of discouragement, he
went over to the Allies with his whole army, causing finally Napoleon -who had
hoped upon his help to hold Paris - to abdicate for a first time at Fontainbleau
in April 1814.

Marmont,
having been created the Duke of Ragusa by Bonaparte also generated a new French
word with this act: 'raguser'- this means 'to betray'!

One of the most intelligent and best educated of the marshals, Marmont
also surpassed most of them as an administrator and organiser. As a tactician he
was courageous, imaginative, quick, and deadly. His vanity rendered him
ungrateful to superiors and subordinates alike, but he was not meanly selfish:
In 1815 he risked the Bourbon's anger in an attempt to save Antoine Lavalette
from execution. With all his abilities, there was an unsteadiness about him;
periodically he was seized - sometimes at most unfortunate moments - by spasms
of depression or carelessness.

After Waterloo, cherished by the Bourbons, he lived extravagantly, losing
large sums in attempts at scientific farming. He also diddled with the War
Ministry's files to improve the history of his 1813 operations. In streets and
barracks, his Napoleonic title Duke of Ragusa inspired the new verb raguser - to
cheat, sneak, betray. In 1830, when France rose against its Bourbon King, he
failed to quell the Paris mob and so fled into exile. He had little money left.

5. 'The Duke of Damnation'-Nicolas-Jean de Dieu Soult

Soon to come - a Portrait of Soult

Ney's counterpoint and also somewhat a favorite of mine, because he made
Dear Arthur win such an awful lot of battles: Nicolas, nevertheless was
self-contained, intelligent, and calm. A powerful, square-built man, who
suffered the embarrassment of being bowlegged. A severe leg wound, received at
Genoa in 1800, left him with a limp that accentuated this misfortune.
Son of a notary in a small town in southern France, Soult received a good basic
education but had to join the army in 1785 "to live" after his father
died. He was a sergeant by 1791; passing to the Volunteers as an instructor, he
made lieutenant a year later. Fearless and ambitious, he sought promotion even
in those first years, when other officers tried to avoid it lest it bring them
to the attention of the politicians and their guillotine. Trained by Lefebvre
and Massena, he was a general of brigade in 1794, general of division in 1799.
During 1801-5 he was noted for the care with which he trained his men, drilling
and manoeuvring them three times a week, often for 12 hours a day, converting
his IV Corps into the formidable machine that smashed the Austro-Russian centre
at Austerlitz, rolled up the Prussians at Jena, and held against heavy odds at
Eylau.
After his whirlwind Spanish campaign of 1808-9 Napoleon sent Soult to occupy
Portugal, where he promptly involved himself in dark and not too clever
intrigues to become that country's King. Wellington forced him out, and
Soult lost an enormous part of his army by a daring although careless retreat
along mountain trails, poluted with Arthur's allies the 'Guerilla'. Nicolas then
occupied and effectively ruled the south Spanish province of Andalusia ( and
also tried the good wine, good food and exciting hunts of this region!!!!)

Recalled to the Grande Armee in 1813 to support a war-weary and ailing
Berthier, he soon was sent back to oppose Wellington after King Joseph's
smashing defeat at Vitoria.

He fought - sure indeed brave and gallantly - taking reverse after
reverse in Spain and southern France. Defeated yet never beaten in his spirit to
stand up another time against the Sepoy-General, he always managed to rally his
discuraged ragtag army to fight again and again and again, firing the last shot
for his Emperor, who could give him nothing but his confidence two days after
Napoleons abdication, when he realized that the Battle of Toulouse was
hopelessly lost..........
Minister of War to Louis XVIII during 1814-16, Soult was involved in more
intrigue. Napoleon made him his chief of staff for the Hundred Days, during
which he probably made more errors (I suppose, some of them were even made on
purpose to end it all......) than Berthier had in 18 years. In exile from then
until 1819 (hidden and helped out of the country, where the Ultra-Royalists
claimed his head for high treason by..................doubt it! No, it were the
Prussians who helped Nicolas to save his life. He took exile in Bamberg in
Bavaria) he finally ended in glory: After Charles X fled in 1830, he rebuilt the
disorganised French Army and received the rare title "Marshal-General of
France"."Imperturbable in good or evil fortune", Ameil remembered,
"observing, seeing all, comprehending all; silent, but hard … He was
attached to no one". In his own way he was fair, never forgetting a
deserving soldier but disliking to be reminded of past promises or past
services. He was an excellent administrator and disciplinarian, took good care
of his troops, and when necessary shared their hardships. He also was a quiet
and skillful looter (Napoleon classed him with Talleyrand in his ability to
"make money out of everything"), building a wonderful collection of
religious pictures from Spanish churches.
He had no strategic sense at all; as a tactician he was very able, but -
especially when operating independently - often too cautious, consequently
missing opportunities. It was said of Nicolas that he could assemble an army of
200.000 men at the given hour on the given spot, but then.........did absolutely
not know, what to do with them! In Spain and in the South of France
Wellington proved time and time again that this saying was correct.

Nicolas' nickname was "Hand of Iron", his soldiers swore it
fitted him like a glove!